Shaolin Temple, Daxiong Treasure Hall.

On the day of the Chung Yeung Festival, heroes from all over the world gathered together to discuss important matters.

The conference gathered more than 100 major factions of the Central Plains martial arts, including Shaolin, Wudang, Emei, Kongtong, Kunlun, Wangwu, Wuyue Sword School and other century-old factions, and the lineup can be described as unprecedentedly strong.

Even so, there was still about half an hour before the start of the conference, and there were still people from the martial arts who kept coming.

"Qingcheng sent Yu Guan Lord to arrive!"

As he spoke, a tall, thin and ugly bearded man wearing a high-crowned Taoist hat walked in.

"He is Yu Canghai of the Qingcheng faction?"

"I heard that he destroyed the full door of the Fuwei Dart Bureau for the sake of the Lin family's evil sword spectrum, but I don't know if it's true or not?"

"Of course it's true, otherwise how would dozens of people in the Fuwei Dart Bureau die."

"Hehe, the lord of the Qingcheng faction is hypocritical, and his martial arts are not bad......"

Everyone whispered, and did not avoid suspicion, Yu Canghai listened, not ashamed, but proud, found a chair to sit on, and the disciples hurriedly stood behind him.

Among the disciples of the Huashan Sect, a young and handsome disciple clenched his fists, and his body was about to rush out, but he was held down by Yue Linshan next to him, "Xiao Linzi, don't be impulsive!" If you go, you can only die in vain. ”

This disciple is the only surviving Lin Pingzhi of the Fuwei Dart Bureau, and now that the enemies see each other, their eyes are extremely red, and they can't wait to kill Yu Canghai with a sword, "The hatred of killing my father and mother is not shared, and I will bite off a piece of his flesh even if I die." ”

Yue Lingshan grabbed his palm in a hurry, his eyes were full of affection, and said, "The gentleman takes revenge." Ten years is not too late. Yu Canghai did a lot of evil. Sooner or later, there will be bad retribution. And today I have the heroes to testify. Daddy has promised me justice for your parents. ”

Lin Pingzhi was so angry that his eyes were red, his teeth were clenched, and he calmed down under Yue Linshan's repeated persuasion.

This scene was seen by Ling Hu Chong, who had been paying attention to Yue Lingshan, and a gloomy color flashed in his eyes.

At this time, all the heroes in the seat were shocked, and suddenly heard a hunting wind passing by, goodbye. There was already a gray-robed monk in the center of the treasure hall, and when he looked back, he revealed a face with a radiant and solemn appearance.

Seeing someone coming, Duan Yu was taken aback, and hurriedly shrank behind the crowd, "The devil Gu Mozhi is also here!" ”

What surprised him even more was still to come, at this time, Gu Mozhi was completely different from his previous image of a graceful and elegant monk, with a gray face, a wolf body, and an angry and corrupt look.

Haruma looked shocked and angry. There was a whistling, and the sound suddenly came out far away. "Who the hell is Your Excellency! Why did a dignified generation of seniors suddenly attack when the little monk was practicing martial arts? ”

"Haha...... It's fun, it's so fun! As if in response to him, a snow-white figure suddenly rushed into the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and after seeing the crowd, his footsteps did not stop, like a swimming fish shuttling among the heroes.

"What people!"

"Who's squeezing me, give me death! Oops, my waist ......"

"It hurts! Who's pulling my baby beard! ”

Wherever the snow-white figure passed, the heroes were separated like waves, and the people turned on their backs, without the power to resist.

The white shadow saw Gu Mozhi standing in the center of the treasure hall, and suddenly his figure flashed in front of Gu Mozhi, and an old man with a shiny face and a white beard clapped his hands and smiled, "Hehe...... You're so funny, tell me, how did you split the flames with your hands, hehe, you stole the flint in the palm of your hand, right? ”

After saying that, I also made an expression that you were seen through by me.

Although the white-haired old man was just a little exposed, he put down more than a dozen masters in the rivers and lakes in one go, and the heroes were all shocked, and everyone was stunned when they heard what he asked.

Gu Mozhi's face turned blue and red, and he never thought that it was for this reason that he had a fight for no reason, and asked in a deep voice: "Little monk Gu Mozhi, you are skilled in martial arts, and you still have a big name?" ”

The white-haired old man had a very disappointed expression, and said again and again: "My name is Xiaobai, I don't have a big name, and I am not a respected driver." Hey, don't worry about that, teach me how you did acrobatics. ”

Gu Mozhi was so angry that he almost vomited blood, and when he heard that his martial arts were said to be acrobatics by the other party, he couldn't help but argue: "I'm not an acrobatic, but my Nyingma sect stunt 'Flame Knife' of the Tibetan Esoteric Sect, which ignites the flames with internal force, and is extremely powerful." ”

The white-haired old man's eyes suddenly lit up, he was amazed, he secretly glanced at him, and suddenly said, "Can you teach me the flame knife?" ”

As soon as these words came out, the cheeks of the heroes present twitched a lot, a person's martial arts contains his own weaknesses, even between master and apprentice will be relatively reserved, who will teach the stunt to a stranger for no reason.

This guy isn't crazy!

Abbot Xuanci sighed secretly, others didn't recognize this person, but he knew him, so he couldn't let him continue, so he took a step forward and saluted: "Shaolin sent Xuanci to meet the seniors of Zhou, seniors, please sit." ”

The heroes were surprised, this old man looked crazy, but his martial arts were superb, and he could make today's Shaolin abbot Xuan Ci call his predecessors, wouldn't the seniority be terrifying.

As soon as Xuan Ci reminded him, someone immediately recognized his identity, "This person is not the junior brother of Quanzhen Sect Wang Chongyang, an old senior of Zhou Botong." ”

"It's not fun...... It's not fun! I have to go. "Zhou Botong is the most playful by nature, and he is most afraid of trouble, and when he saw that someone recognized him, he shook his head again and again, and his figure flashed and he was about to leave.

But as soon as he took two steps, he was blocked by a group of people, but it was a group of Quanzhen Taoist priests wearing Taoist robes, led by a clear-looking Taoist priest who respectfully bowed, "Uncle Zhou, I can be regarded as looking for you......

Without Ma Yu's orders, the rest of the disciples who were familiar with Zhou Botong's temperament had already stood in a row, faintly sealing his escape route.

When Zhou Botong saw this formation, he immediately withered and followed the crowd dejectedly.

After the Taoist priest and Zhou Botong saw the salute, they said to the abbot of Xuanci again, "Ma Yu, Qiu Chuji, Tan Chuduan, Wang Chuyi, Hao Datong, Liu Chuxuan, Sun Buer and all the disciples of Quanzhen, see Abbot Xuanci." ”

"It's the Seventh Son of Quanzhen." In the crowd, there was a discussion, and the heads of the heads of the houses bowed their heads one after another.

As the largest religion in the north of the Central Plains, the Quanzhen Sect has many disciples and dominates one side, and is a force to be reckoned with in the rivers and lakes.

Abbot Xuanci did not dare to slack off, and hurriedly returned the salute, and at the same time instructed the next monk to lead all the real people of the Quanzhen Sect to take their seats.

After everyone sat down, they had just exchanged a few words of greeting, and a hoarse and unpleasant voice suddenly came from outside the door, "Have the people from the Mingjiao arrived?" ”

When Duan's father and son heard the voice, their faces changed, and this voice was none other than Duan Yanqing, who was "full of evil". However, fortunately, the sect leader Zhang said that the head of the four evil men had not troubled the Dali Duan clan for a long time, and when he thought about it, he felt a little relieved.

At this moment, Duan Yanqing, who was wearing a green robe and holding a double iron rod, had already walked into the hall, he glanced at the position of the Duan family, sneered twice and let it go.

Behind him, followed by five men and women, namely Tian Boguang, Ye Erniang, the South China Sea Crocodile God and a pair of young boys and girls.

The four wicked people arrived at one time.

Abbot Xuan Ci treats guests with courtesy, regardless of good or evil. Although the four evildoers were notorious, they still saluted and said: "The heroes of the Ming Sect have not yet arrived, and the donor can wait for a while in the temple." ”

When Duan Yanqing heard this, a look of disappointment flashed in his eyes, and he didn't say anything, but went to the corner of the hall on crutches and sat down cross-legged.

"This uncle, you said that you wanted to take me to see the Ming Sect Master, and now that he is not here, it is better for you to let me go, wouldn't you be good, I am good, everyone is good." Suddenly, a flamboyant voice sounded, and the heroes found that this "evil" was accompanied by a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, and it was he who said the right words.

This young man was dressed in brocade clothes, with a big black and bright paint braid combed behind his back, and a delicate-looking maid beside him, obviously from a wealthy family in the Manchu court.

The heroes all thought to themselves: "This great wicked man does not know what evil things he has done, and he has taken this young man of the court captive here." When I heard that this matter involved the Ming Sect Master, who had recently become extremely famous, I couldn't help but be stunned.

It's a pity that Duan Yanqing turned a deaf ear at all, thinking about his thoughts in a daze.

Seeing this, the young man's eyes rolled a few times, but he didn't play any tricks for the time being, but looked around cautiously.

At this moment, a monk from outside the door shouted: "The heroes of the Mingjiao have arrived." ”

As soon as these words came out, all the heroes were shocked, except for some people who had seen it, and the rest of them wanted to see what kind of three-headed and six-armed figure this world-famous "Fudo Ming King" was.

"Heyha...... No, His Holiness will report it himself! Between the lightning and flint, a green shadow flashed into the main hall and went straight to the direction where the abbot of Xuanci was.

"Bold!" A yellow-clothed monk flashed behind Abbot Xuanci, and with a violent sound, his sleeves were thrown out in unison.

"Boom!" The two clapped each other like lightning, and each stepped back, but it was an equal ending.

The yellow-clothed monk snorted, and although he was not injured, a white frost grew between his hair.

"It's a good light work, and it's a good one-handed cold internal force." The eyesight and knowledge of all the people present are excellent, and they can see that the people's light skills and internal strength are extraordinary.

"Childe, these two people are so high in martial arts." In the corner, the maid whispered to the young man.

The young man was stunned for a moment and asked, "How about comparing with my eldest master and second master?" ”

The maid shook her head after thinking about it, "Shuang'er has never seen Chief Chen Helmsman and the Nine Tribulations Master attack too strongly, but even if they win, there should be not much difference......

There is a maid named Shuang'er, but this young man is a high-ranking official of the Great Qing Kingdom, the master of the Qingmu Hall of the Heaven and Earth Society, and Wei Xiaobao, the White Dragon Envoy of the Shenlong Sect, I don't know why, but he was actually caught by Duan Yanqing and went to the Shaolin Chongyang Conference along the way. (To be continued......)